Today for the first time I baked a cake with my grandson Yoavi (2 and a half). He insisted on breaking the eggs and naturally I didn't let him. But he said "Want, want". Ok so I braced for running white madness followed by egg yolk massacre.
To my complete shock, mister "going on three in February" gently but surely knocked the eggshell on the edge of a cup and proceeded to release the content as if he had been in the kitchen for his entire life. "Pure luck", I told myself. Not at all, he firmly cracked open the other two eggs.
Nathalie
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